Gracie Abrams - I Love You, I'm Sorry

Two Augusts ago
I told the truth, oh, but you didn't like it, you went home
You're in your Benz, I'm by the gate
Now you go alone
Charm all the people you train for, you mean well but aim low
And I'll make it known like I'm getting paid

That's just the way life goes
I like to slam doors closed
Trust me, I know it's always about me
I love you, I'm sorry